Soon as I see our new VP, on national TVI dial Sarah Palin, just to ask her out with meAnd flipping her cute ponytail, she’ll readily agree!(Hey, anything can happen, ‘specially in fantasy)

Our first date, ah, we’ll roast up books, over an open fireS’mores melt as Harry Potter burns upon the Palin pyreWe’ll sit on baby polar bears she killed in ‘92After asking (rhetorically), “Now, what would Jesus do?”

I’ve got a lot of sympathy for Palin, don’t know whyIf she knew of my love she’d surely pop me in the eyeBut something keeps me hoping that her words are all a liePerhaps the way her eyes glow as she shoots wolves from the sky?

Her family’s all-American – look there go Track and Trigg!How dare Obama directly call her a lipstick-wearing pig!Her children practice abstinence, their faith is never lost“Immaculate conception, mom!” said Bristol, fingers crossed

With Palin in command, we’ll have God’s finger on the triggerShe’s never been to Europe, but ain’t Canada much bigger?Our country mouse can hear Joe Biden waiting now to pounceBut she’s got fine worldvision; can see Russia from her house!

New mother of a baby and new mother of the nationI look to VP Palin with a strange anticipationShe’ll rock us all to sleep and when we cuddle close and stillTo sleeping ducks, she’ll sing the lullaby, “Drill, baby drill!”